Wee Willy Winkle

I have this fear, well honestly it is more of an aversion, to male genitalia. The penis is just weird looking. Mind you, I do rather enjoy the effects it has on the female form...I just don't see any reason why one should be sought after when not in it's fully erect position.

Seeing a flaccid penis makes me shudder. I honestly don't understand them. This turns out to be a great thing for whomever I am dating at the time because when I do happen upon a debilitated pecker, I feel the need to help it past its own short comings. I work my hardest to never have to see a flimsy love bump.

That being said, my hostility toward the flaccid penis never had any rhyme nor reason to it. No one I have talked to can help me pinpoint why I have this fear. However, I believe it stemmed from the fact that I had spent most of my life never seeing one. Every contact I had with men and their naughty bits had been of the joyous kind. Each and every one was at full attention; ready and willing to fight the good fight before I had even come close to it.

I had made it to the ripe old age of eighteen before I had even considered what a flaccid penis looked like. I still remember the first time I ever laid eyes upon Zorro's unmasked sword. I went to Kent State for their Halloween bash where I let it slip to Benji that I had never seen a trouser soldier not standing at attention. He found this to be rather odd and after much chagrin on my part, Benji whipped out his willy for the world to see. (Editor's Note: It was just for Anna to see...everyone else has to buy me a drink first ;) )

It was then I vowed never to see his again: soft, hard, or anywhere in between. Best friend penis is worse than flaccid penis every time.

It has been three years since the horrid exchange that bordered on facing a fear and oogling my friend's junk. I still have an irrational fear for the shrunken slinger. I don't think it will ever go away.